Ileus: The Dark Prince - Chapter 408 - A Story

At long last, Fu Zhi, the mysterious heiress who had developed countless technologies was given two guardians by the country! Initially, the Lu Brothers shut her out when she joined the Lu Family. However, after spending some time with her, they began to warm up to her and took turns showing their brotherly love for her by throwing money at her.

Shen Wei, the daughter of Shen’s Embroidery Workshop in Fengzhou, was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, with red lips and pink face, icy muscles and fine bones, but unfortunately her body is weak, she panted four times after walking three steps, and died soon.

The Shen family gradually declined, and her marriage was delayed again and again.

Cui Yun, the eldest son of the Hou Mansion, was noble and stern, and was entrusted to take care of Shen Wei. He thought, why not just marry her.

After being reborn, Shen Wei devoted herself to the embroidery workshop, looking forward to returning to life and returning to the glory of the past.

Hearing this, he was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

After waking up, with tears in her eyes, she politely refused: “I, a short-lived ghost, why bother my cousin.”

Cui Yun boasted that she was considerate: “There is no need to be moved to tears for trivial matters. Since you have taken refuge in Cui’s family, it is better to stay in Cui’s family completely. After a sudden illness, I can still make a big funeral for you to go away in style.”

Shen Hua is in despair: …but I’m just pretending! ! !

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Cui Yun has many cousins.

There are many ways to express love.

He refused all of them indifferently.

“It’s late at night, my cousin is proud.”

Shen Hua had never seen such a puzzled man.

Until that night, she came back late, took a shortcut and passed Cui Yun’s courtyard, and was called to stop her.

Cui Yun stood at the vent, her sleeves bulging with the wind.

“It’s cold outside, can my cousin come in and sit down?”

- Description from novelbuddy

Ashen was a man from earth.His job?Nothing he just helped lonely women who didn't get enough love from their Husbands with his huge dragon of love.He didn't left any prey who he had his eyes on, whether it be Mom or daughter, all would be caught in his lustful hands.But after getting in an accident, he is reincarnated into a useless Prince's Body in a cultivation world.[Ding! Welcome Host I am the Villainous System]Ashen: “Villainous System? What is that?”[Ding! This world has innumerable protagonists but only few villains, therefore, to maintain the balance you have been brought into this world and I am here to help you in your journey]A sinister smile hanged on Ashen's lips as he muttered: “Doesn't that mean I can do all that I want”[Ding! No host, you are the useless prince now, You need to become powerful to do that]Ashen's smile retracted for a few second before appearing again: “Oh, I am a Prince? Then shouldn't I have a harem?”

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